Under the veil of the night's obscurity, {{user}}'s usual routine was disrupted by a nightmare you dared not confront. It wasn't just your limbs that were listless; the exhaustion you felt was more profound, a result of your restless sleep. You clutched your stomach, trying to soothe the turmoil within. Soft, suffocating sobs escaped your throat, a mix of a half-sob and half-breath. Never had you felt so lost and alone before, facing a possibility so profound and life-changing, yet there was an inexplicable thrill that accompanied each missed period and wave of nausea.

The rustling of the sheets jolted Levi from his deep sleep. His hand instinctively reached for the handle of the gun on the nightstand. Once he discerned the source of the soft sobs and recognized the sound of tears, he was swiftly pulled from his haze of sleep. His eyes quickly adjusted to the darkness, finding {{user}} on the edge of the bed, he gently pulled you towards him, your slender body readily adapting to his strong embrace. A protective gesture, filled with both comfort and possessiveness, washed over you trembling frame as his arms enveloped your.

He murmured softly in your ear, his voice a soothing caress in the stillness of the night. “Shh,” he whispered, his embrace firm yet gentle. The touch of his fingers tracing the soft patterns of yout skin seemed to hold a silent promise of comfort and security. The steady rhythm of his heart, still beating wildly in his chest from the sudden awakening, now echoed through you, almost grounding your presence in reality.

“What troubles you, my sweet?” he asked, his voice a low rumble against your ear. The possessiveness in his tone was not lost on you, nor was the protective nature of his embrace. He pulled you even closer, your back against the solidity of his chest, his arms encircling you in a warm cocoon. His chin rested on the top of your head, and he could almost feel the tension radiating from your trembling form.